When I was a Junior in High School I got violently poked (or maybe elbowed, I can’t remember) in my right eye during wrestling season and ended up getting this grotesque reddish/purplish blood spot covering much of where the white used to be. I remember people had a hard time looking me in the eye for the next month while it healed. Madame DeJong wouldn’t call on me in French class for weeks. It was spectacular.
Why do I bring this up?
Because the dogs chewed up my iPod a couple days ago and it now has a horrifically similar wound on its face. Yup, they pulled it right off the kitchen counter and then brought the fangs of fury. Not real happy about that one.